California coastlines. With its never-ending sunshine. And its Anita's breeze. Sounds so good to me. . I might head out to the Rockies. Got an old friend there from college.
I remember mountain mornings. So quiet I could almost hear. The wind in the Red Tail's feathers. And the breathin' of the deer. . Those old tracks seem to go forever.
I remember when you said. With this ring I thee wed. Now you've gone betrayed my trust. Rings of gold have turned to rust. Tears may wash away the sin.
Hopelessly the ghost of me sinks down into a chair. And underneath the cushion there's a ribbon from her hair. Just a crumpled up reminder that my daughter's only here.
Last time I saw him he sweetly kissed my lips. Last time I saw him he said I'll be back for more of this. Last time I saw him we were crying at the bus.
I was born a country girl; I will die a country girl. My world is made of blue skies and sunshine. Green fields and butterflies. I'm so glad I'm a country girl.
The tale of two brothers...a memoir. Remember that kid we beat up back in college. Me, you, and Thompson out in front of the frat. And that hippie went home crying to his parents.
He tried to look like he had a little bit of money. A grifter with a southern drawl. Well I could tell right away by the way he was runnin'. That the boy was just a beggin' to crawl..
I'm the one who killed slick Willie. I'm here to turn myself in. I'm the one and I don't feel guilty. If I could then I would do it again. There's a friend of my old man.
Helicopters over the house again. We got the projects two or three blocks from here. They pull the kids over for driving while African. And the ones with the warrants always run in fear.
Some guy said to some other guy behind closed doors. I don't even know how long I've been awake anymore. But I know what we're out of and you do too. Look around we're down to nothing but me and you.
Rocket fuel. Rocket fuel. Buddy I'm runnn' on rocket fuel. Flyin' high and feelin' cool. Buddy I'm running. . My mom works. My dad's gone. I skip school here all day long.
I found a four leaf clover. In my yard today. It had one leaf missing off it. But that was okay. Looking it over I could easily see. Four is only just one more than three.
You are the worst news that I have ever heard. You lie so confidently. I'll sit and listen but I won't believe a word. You'll never get the best of me.
These prison walls. Are cold and hard. The fence is tall. Across the yard. Locked away. And what's so strange. Is that I feel. God I feel. Like nothing's changed.
Thanks again for everything. For everything I know. For everything that I have seen. Between these places that I go. . Down that highway, up that street.
I don't ever wanna go back home again. I don't ever wanna let this summer end. . You and me we got a lot in common. We keep thinkin' there's this place to go.
There's only two types of people as far as I can tell. The terminally ill and the worried well. Every time I've tried to climb out of this wishing well.
Laying my life on the line. . Thats what I do all the time. . I find my self each night. . Facing a wide line. . Laying my life on the line. . Music is my way of life.
A man once said that the pinnacle of success. Is when you've finally lost interest. In money, compliments, and publicity. A noble enough idea, I suppose.